Funeral

 -My Love

But still waiting! In other words I died again. I missed the damn funeral,
but evidently, this is where I am truly supposed to be. Nothing is wrong,
bur nothing is right either. I am awaiting resurrection. That which remain
alive within the corpse of my conscious self was never to me to begin
with. When it breaks free, it will not be I reborn, but Mary, as the truth
of my becoming.

And you, angel, an anchor to the dream that halts my dissolution,
For behold, I become in my consecration the bark of the radiant sun.

Indigo